It`s getting colder now as winter is tapping on my door, I remember stories of Jack Frost from my childhood.

                                                      

 

Jack Frost

Today my window is frosted up
a white blanket engulfs everything
spiky branches silhouette the moon
as a mist can be seen all around
the howling winds swirl about
temperatures have dipped below zero
glistening spider webs span the plants
tiny footprints across my path way
Jack Frost has been dancing here
he has left his mark for all to see.

© Lissie Bull 2024